II.110. mohi tohi lagi kaise chute
HOW COULD the love between Thee and me sever?
As the leaf of the lotus abides on the water: so thou art my Lord, and I am Thy servant.
As the night-bird Chakor gazes all night at the moon: so Thou art my Lord and I am Thy servant.
From the beginning until the ending of time, there is love between Thee and me; and how shall such love be extinguished?
Kabir says: 'As the river enters into the ocean, so my heart touches Thee.'

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দিবসের দীপে শুধু থাকে তেল,
                রাতে দীপ আলো দেয় ।
   দোঁহার তুলনা করা শুধু অন্যায় ॥      

MY SONGS ARE like bees; they follow through the air some fragrant trace-some memory-of you, to hum around your shyness, eager for its hidden store.
        When the freshness of dawn droops in the sun, when in the noon the air hangs low with heaviness and the forest is silent, my songs return home, their languid wings dusted with gold.